Thales immediately realized: he was in trouble.

He moved his steps expressionlessly, trying to leave the scene of the crime, but his boots made a heart-stopping sound when he stepped on shards of glass.

This caused more eyes to come in and focus on the prince.

The guests at the royal banquet looked at each other.

Many people were still holding glasses of wine they had just finished drinking.

They looked at the Duke of Star Lake who had just committed such a major crime as murdering the wine glass in front of the entire kingdom, and were at a loss.

Until at a remote seat, Jorge, an official from Elk City, finished his drink and smashed it down without any hesitation!

"Crack-"

The sound of breaking glass shocked everyone again.

But the next moment, it was Gilbert who reacted fastest. He spilled the endless wine without hesitation and also threw it on the ground with his hand!

"Crack!"

Next to him, Thales's personal guard captain, Lord Mallos, had no expression on his face, but he also slammed his wine glass!

"Crack!"

Zhuyu was in front, and many starry guests with eyes reacted one after another, and came one after another. I saw people who were skilled or unskilled, used to it or not used to it, liked it or disliked it, raised their hands high and smashed their glasses!

"Crack! Crack! Bang! Hiss..."

For a moment, the banquet hall was like ice cracking, silver bottles exploded, and crisp and sharp cracking sounds came and went, echoing one after another, like a whole marching concerto.

Even the aloof Queen Keya raised her hand enthusiastically and watched the queen's special wine glass fly out in an arc and fall to the floor...

The body was broken into pieces.

Not only that, Gilbert winked hard at the palace steward.

The latter reacted and waved quickly.

Musicians, clowns, and minstrels came forward one after another to play music and dance.

The servants were shouting to each other in a hurry, their thick soles stepping on the broken glass on the floor, and they all came forward to serve the meal with a rustling sound.

The banquet begins.

With music and performances, meals and wine, the atmosphere in the banquet hall finally came alive again.

The guests' conversations, discussions, and laughter finally broke out unbridled.

It overshadowed the uproar and consternation, suddenness and embarrassment caused by Thales' "smooth move".

Only then did Gilbert exhale.

The Foreign Minister touched his forehead and was already covered in cold sweat.

His Highness...

The culprit and instigator, the noble Duke Thales of Star Lake, walked helplessly on the broken glass on the ground, and mechanically returned to his seat amidst the double "music" played by his ears and feet.

"Tiles,"

Elise dragged her legs calmly and swept aside the half of the wine glass that she had just smashed into pieces due to lack of skill, and asked hesitantly and doubtfully:

"About just now..."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault," Tailspi said with a smile. Although he was filled with shame and embarrassment after remembering his aunt's teachings, his face was calm and calm, as if he was born to do it.

in this way:

"I just……"

"got used to."

At the highest table, King Kessel had no expression on his face and just gently put down the intact wine glass in his hand.

In the entire hall, in addition to the banquet opening ceremony, many guests were also discussing, such as the seats for the Seven Shining Stars.

"Is this the stars or Exeter's banquet?" Baron Straw frowned.

Viscount Patterson snorted lightly and looked at Prince Thales with a half-smile, as if nothing happened:

"Does it matter?"

"Haha, so lively," old Baron Doyle said with a smile:

"People love you only if you are lively!"

The others were silent.

But some people don't think so.

As the palace steward, Baron Quentin, who came to the Mindis Hall to help arrange the banquet, was stunned and tremblingly ordered the servants: "beat...clean..."

"Also, send a message and send a new batch of royal glasses..."

But he reacted quickly and called the servant.

"etc!"

"Remember, double the quantity."

Baron Quentin gritted his teeth in grief and indignation. He looked at the debris in the hall and said to the puzzled servant:

"spare."

Just when the atmosphere of the banquet became more and more lively, and everyone was immersed in the food and wine or chatting and laughing, and had no time to care about anything else, at a remote seat where no one noticed, a serious guest looked in a daze, crossing his arms every now and then.

Goose meat on a dinner plate.

The next second, his ribs moved.

The guest's expression changed slightly and he wanted to turn around, but a familiar and mature voice slowly slipped into his ears, making his movements stagnant.

"Don't look back."

The mature voice said slowly:

"You should know how difficult it is to bring this thing in."

The guest was stiff, but he still put down his right hand and calmly took the other person's "things" under the table.

"Why?" the guest asked doubtfully.

The mature voice seemed to have nothing to do with it, as if he didn't care:

"I know what you are trying to do, but obviously, this is more effective."

"If you really make up your mind."

The guest's thoughts became tense.

He looked at the fork on the table and said with difficulty: "Why?"

But the mature voice did not answer, but said slowly:

"Remember, find the target."

"You only have one chance."

The customer gritted his teeth:

"I don't understand why he clearly rejected me..."

But the mature voice no longer answered.

It's like it never appeared.

The guest took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and stuffed the things under his ribs into his clothes.

Find the target?

The guests slowly raised their heads and looked above the banquet hall, where the king's head was lowered.

There, sitting is a calm but extraordinary person...

juvenile.

The guest was breathing in a trance, and his eyes gradually changed from pain, suffering, anger, jealousy, and hesitation to unshakable perseverance and fierceness.

He stared closely at the high-spirited young duke and gently pressed the stranger's gift under his clothes.

The skin on my hands felt cool.

He knew it was a short sword.

Excellent quality.

The edge is cold.

Show no mercy.
Chapter completed!